But this wasn't just a bit of held red luxin. It wasn't like slapping a sword into still water. It was like standing below a dam when they opened the floodgates. It was only water, but the speed and volume of it would blow a man off his feet. Likewise, the red luxin hitting Karris slowed her, slowed her more, and finally brought her to a complete halt.
The red drafter's face paled as the luxin drained out of him. Next, his neck and chest went back to their natural hue as the torrent continued. Then his muscular shoulders, the luxin being bleached out of his body from eyes to extremities. They both realized he was running out of luxin at the same time.
Karris broke off her attack at the same time he did. She feinted to his right, expecting to meet more red luxin, and set up a killing blow. Instead, her sword clanged against something hard, but she didn't see any sword. He couldn't have drawn one without her seeing it, not even in this darkness.
Not hesitating, she lifted the ataghan and brought it down toward his head. It clanged and stopped as he lifted his hands in a V.
He shoved her hard backward and followed, keeping close. The shaft of light piercing the gloom of the room illuminated his hands and what he was holding as he shouted, 'Enough! Damn you, stop for one second.'
The drafter held a pistol in each hand, crossed, their barrels holding Karris's ataghan prisoner between them. His right pistol stared at her right eye, his left at her left eye. Karris had her other knives and the bich'hwa, of course, but there was no way she could draw any of them before he could pull a trigger.
The pistols staring at her were of Ilytian design. The Ilytian renunciation of magic usually meant their mundane tools were the best. With pistols, however, it was still dicey. This drafter had wheellock pistols. They negated the need to keep a fuse burning, but the flints failed to ignite the black powder at least one time in four.
Unfortunately, both pistols were double-barreled, and all four hammers were raised. Karris tried to do the figures-was it one time in sixteen or one time in two hundred fifty-six that all four shots would fail? Her heart despaired. She wasn't going to gamble on those odds, not even one in sixteen.
So… talking.
'What do you draft?' the man demanded, his voice strained.
'I don't know what you're talking-'
'What. Do. You. Draft?!' he screamed. He flung her ataghan aside and put one pistol directly against her forehead. It was too dark for him to see her irises, but he was going to figure out soon, anyway, so Karris said, 'Green. Green and red.'
'Then draft a ladder and get out. Now!'
Another time, Karris might have been irked that she obeyed so promptly, but her spectacles were on her face in an instant and she turned toward the light. Everything in this chamber was covered with either open red luxin or blackened, seared, closed red luxin. Finally, she found an ironwood beam up in the temple that reflected a pure enough white light to allow her to draft a good solid green.
Even as her body filled with green, she saw why the drafter was so urgent. This chamber was filled with red luxin. She shouldn't have put it together so slowly. There were two entrances to the room, and the dead soldiers were seared but not roasted to death-and the red luxin had remained, coating everything rather than burning as it should have.
And it still remained. This room was full of red luxin, old and new. They were inside a powder keg.
A burning pew fell over, spilling smoldering and flaming brands toward the hole. One tottered on the edge, promising death.
Karris ran forward, throwing down green luxin thick enough to stand on. She drafted what was effectively an impossibly narrow staircase, the steps only wide enough to hold her feet, only strong enough to hold her weight if she concentrated her will. But it only had to last for two seconds while she sprinted out-and it did. She stepped, stepped, stepped, fleet-footed as a hind, and vaulted, landing on the church floor. She felt a bit of the floor give way to drop into the chamber below, so she rolled again and kept running for the open front door. That much red luxin in the basement meant the whole thing could-
Whoomp!
The explosion made the floor jump beneath Karris's feet. It hit just as she was pushing off of a step, and it flung her like a spring. The yawning open doors of the church yawned wider and she was lifted and thrown forward. For a moment she thought she would make it through them and be flung harmlessly outside, but she'd been lifted high by the explosion-too high. The ironwood frame above the door loomed. Then her upper body smashed into it, and through it. The burned, weakened ironwood gave way after only an instant, but the instant it held was long enough for her to be spun viciously, upside down, flipping so fast she didn't even know how many times she tumbled.
Then she was skidding on cobblestones and gravel, not sure if she'd blacked out for a second or exactly how she'd come to the ground.
She turned over, ignoring the just-starting screams of protest from all too much of her body, and looked toward the mangled front door of the church.
A gigantic crimson snake, all aflame, stabbed its head out the front door. No, not a snake, a tube of pure red luxin, afire, the width of a man's shoulders. Then the serpent vomited, and just a little faster than fire could curl up the flammable red luxin, the drafter was shot clear of church and fire and luxin alike.
He landed not far from Karris, and far more gracefully, rolling to bleed off speed, and finally standing. He scanned the streets on every side and, seeing no one, only then allowed himself to relax a little. But once he did, Karris could see the bone-deep weariness steal over him. Drafting as much magic as she'd just seen left him looking about as bad as she felt, deathly pale and tottering on his feet.
'Come on,' the drafter said. 'I think Garadul's soldiers are all gone, but if not, they'll be here soon after what you just did. We need to go.'
Karris stood, wobbled, and would have fallen if he hadn't grabbed her. 'Who are you?'
'I'm Corvan Danavis,' the drafter said. 'And if I don't misremember, you're Karris White Oak, aren't you?'
'Danavis?' she asked. Orholam how she hurt. 'You were Dazen's. A rebel. I can make it on my own, thank you.' She shrugged off his help, leaned crazily to one side, then the other, and finally collapsed. He watched, arms folded, and didn't catch her. Her shoulder hit the ground and the world swam.
Karris saw Corvan's boots come close. He was probably going to leave her here for the soldiers. She deserved it, too. Stupid, stubborn girl.
Chapter 28
The dory Gavin drafted while they were still five leagues from Little Jasper Island was modeled on one he'd seen an Abornean wild drafter use, with high sides and a flat bottom, a pointed prow, and a flat bow plate. It was safer and far less efficient than the sculls Gavin preferred, but that was the point. Not many drafters dared to use a scull on the ocean, because if you were going to use a scull on the ocean, you had to be willing to fall in the water. That meant being confident of getting out of the water solely by drafting, and not many drafters had the skill or the will to swim in rough seas and draft at the same time.
Gavin's skill-or recklessness-meant his usual silhouette on the open sea was instantly recognizable. He didn't want that. Thus the dory.
Kip was sulking, nervous about the Thresher and Gavin's refusal to tell him anything about it.
Within a couple of leagues, they passed two merchant galleys and a galleass. Each time, a mate inspected them through a spyglass, saw Gavin's muddled clothes and no distress flags, and rowed past without a word. There was little wind today, so the sailors got to rest while galley slaves manned their banks of oars. Each time he encountered another ship, Gavin waved gamely when the spyglass came out, and returned to his own oars.
What people called the Chromeria was really two islands: Little Jasper, covered entirely by the Chromeria itself, and Big Jasper, home to embassies, merchants' estates, shops, stalls, taverns, brothels, prisons, flophouses, tenements, warehouses, rope makers, sail makers, oar turners, fishermen, convict slaves, and far more than its fair share of graspers, schemers, and dreamers.
Big Jasper had two large natural harbors, one on the east that provided natural protection during the dark season, and one on the west for the light season, when the storms came from the east. As the island had grown in
